Enter the desert

Enter the desert                                                                               

Enter the desert a wanderer,

uncharted among the dunes,

under the stars; shaped by pressures

only hinted at, half-guessed,

gestured toward; suitable to your nature,

without respite, witness or glamour –

to be a lover is to go it alone.

Swaying upon the bridge, the temptress sings;

the sculptor at the monolith, hewing away.

Caught up in a terrible game of words,

the poet grapples for whatever

endurable term might bare

a slice of the loneliness

that constitutes a human heart.

Hewing away at it alone –

that’s what we are

and the truth of that

is the truth of God

to be elaborated upon,

the one and only Truth – God alone exists. 

O child of God, brave the lonely perils;

seek the truth of the One and Only.